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Jan. 18th, 2003 07:31 pmI've lived here too long. I woke up at 6 something, to the sound of helicopters. "Oh," I thought. "that's right. There's a protest today." And went back to sleep.
Oh, it was so cold out there. 20 degrees with a windchill of 12. I wore leggings under my jeans, a tee-shirt under my shirt, and my wool jacket instead of the cloak. (I've been lazy lately and wearing the cloak cause my jacket's missing a button and I haven't taken it to the cleaners and seen if they could fix it.)
It was soo cold, even dressed like that. I even blew dry my hair, possibly for the first time ever so it wouldn't freeze. My dad called about then, and scolded me for not being downtown. Never mind that he'd called before and *NOT LEFT A MESSAGE*. *sigh*. So I took the metro, which was packed with hippies, and a lot of others as well. Got off two stops before I'd been planning to because at that point it was easier than pushing my way back into the car.
I was only about three blocks away from where I wanted to be, so I just walked. Goddamn it was cold. Sunshine was better, at least. Good god there were a lot of people there. Funny thing--one of the first people I saw on the mall was someone I know. I *know* I know who it was, and he recognized me as well, but I have no clue who it was. I can almost remember who he was even--I get to run through all the various places I may have met him. I'll remember. probably tonight at 4am.
So many people. So many signs. So very cold. Duncan was wired as hell. I kept grabbing him and yelling, "Eli, stop that." Apparently all bad kids are one brother. We watched the march. Freakload of people. Freakload of cops. My dad pointed out that even the cops probably were on our side. Literally at the time. :) we were on the capital side of the street, where the motorcycles were lining the street, so we crossed over at a break in the march so we didn't have to breathe fumes the whole time. We'd been standing in front of the botanical gardens, and at one point I looked up and watched a group of kids climb up the wall and sit up there above the crowd. About twenty minutes later, I saw a couple cops get up there (with much more work), and the kids rapidly descended. two of them climbed down rapidly, one dropped when a motorcycle cop showed up on his side, and the last one hung there for a really long time, right by the cop. And I was trying to see what he was doing, and saw the glint of a camera. :)
We watched the whole thing, they decided to go to the botanical gardens, I decided I'd die of pain, and so I headed back here. THought about a movie, but 2 weeks notice wasn't playing, so I came home. It was cold enough that I got an ice cream headache from the outside. I"m still chilly, but I'm curled up with a blanket on the couch, and I'm going to make more tea, and read the new Zoe Barnes I just got today, and wait for SH to bounce me.
Oh, it was so cold out there. 20 degrees with a windchill of 12. I wore leggings under my jeans, a tee-shirt under my shirt, and my wool jacket instead of the cloak. (I've been lazy lately and wearing the cloak cause my jacket's missing a button and I haven't taken it to the cleaners and seen if they could fix it.)
It was soo cold, even dressed like that. I even blew dry my hair, possibly for the first time ever so it wouldn't freeze. My dad called about then, and scolded me for not being downtown. Never mind that he'd called before and *NOT LEFT A MESSAGE*. *sigh*. So I took the metro, which was packed with hippies, and a lot of others as well. Got off two stops before I'd been planning to because at that point it was easier than pushing my way back into the car.
I was only about three blocks away from where I wanted to be, so I just walked. Goddamn it was cold. Sunshine was better, at least. Good god there were a lot of people there. Funny thing--one of the first people I saw on the mall was someone I know. I *know* I know who it was, and he recognized me as well, but I have no clue who it was. I can almost remember who he was even--I get to run through all the various places I may have met him. I'll remember. probably tonight at 4am.
So many people. So many signs. So very cold. Duncan was wired as hell. I kept grabbing him and yelling, "Eli, stop that." Apparently all bad kids are one brother. We watched the march. Freakload of people. Freakload of cops. My dad pointed out that even the cops probably were on our side. Literally at the time. :) we were on the capital side of the street, where the motorcycles were lining the street, so we crossed over at a break in the march so we didn't have to breathe fumes the whole time. We'd been standing in front of the botanical gardens, and at one point I looked up and watched a group of kids climb up the wall and sit up there above the crowd. About twenty minutes later, I saw a couple cops get up there (with much more work), and the kids rapidly descended. two of them climbed down rapidly, one dropped when a motorcycle cop showed up on his side, and the last one hung there for a really long time, right by the cop. And I was trying to see what he was doing, and saw the glint of a camera. :)
We watched the whole thing, they decided to go to the botanical gardens, I decided I'd die of pain, and so I headed back here. THought about a movie, but 2 weeks notice wasn't playing, so I came home. It was cold enough that I got an ice cream headache from the outside. I"m still chilly, but I'm curled up with a blanket on the couch, and I'm going to make more tea, and read the new Zoe Barnes I just got today, and wait for SH to bounce me.
